Its essence was a special kind of information. Once a living being received it, that being could swiftly be assimilated.
It was far more than mere Underlying Logic.
Fang Wenru wrote his novel, his face brimming with delight.
He did not notice the strange hue spreading through his eyes.
A trace of profound darkness lay within that hue, steadily expanding in his gaze.
At last, he finished writing the novel.
Endless joy and satisfaction filled his heart!
As that satisfaction swelled, his consciousness quietly faded into a haze.
It seemed to melt into boundless darkness, growing indistinct until an invisible mass of information swallowed it completely.
A wisp of the Reincarnation Netherworld Devil Lord's will was reborn within this body.
Fang Wenru's gaze turned cold, and even his bearing changed slightly.
"The Novelist School's system of power. An interesting path."
"Borrow stories to win people's hearts, gather the power of those hearts, and turn it into power of one's own."
"Making the false real is a genuine path, too."
"It suits my need to hide my identity."
With a wave of his hand, countless sheets of paper flew around him.
Ink swept across them.
Stories appeared, one after another, in silence!
Every story was exquisitely crafted, as though it recounted someone's real past.
Each told of a Child of Destiny who had endured countless trials and met an ending all their own.
The stories were so vivid they seemed ready to leap off the page!
There were at least ten different stories, each containing profound truths.
As ruler of the Earth Realm, he had witnessed more history and more people than he could count.
Peerless prodigies, Children of Destiny, plots and schemes—he could see through them all.
Any one or two tales chosen from that wealth of stories would be